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Confessions of a Cutter
written by suicide_penguin04:29 PM 1/28/05the warm red liquid
runs from my wrist
it leaves a long bloodt trail
as it flows to my fist
it runs so neatly
to the end of my hand
then drips off my finger
onto the carpeted land
pnce again i watch the blade
glide across my arm
i wait as things begin to fade
i drop the blood stained knife
and it splatters onto the ground
with every second past
i realize thats where i am bound
ill be forgotten in a few weeks
and still be known in my school
as "just one of the freaks"
i fall to my knees
into a puddle of blood
i gaze at my arm
the blood rushed out like a flood
people say they know how i feel
but would their anger build so high
they hack at there arms
with the hopes to die!? |
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